Page 66 of Beautiful Scar

His skull blasts out the back of his head, and he crumples.

The other guard fumbles at his jacket, cursing as he staggers backward. I put two in his chest. He falls in a spray of blood andmakes these weak mewling noises as he squirms on the sidewalk before going still.

The salesman tries to run. I shoot him in the back of the thigh and catch him. He turns, one hand on the wound and the other in the air, fear in his eyes. I’d guess he’s early twenties at most. Dumb asshole barely has to shave.

“Please,” he says, gasping in pain.

“You’re selling my fucking drugs.” I shoot him in the head. His neck snaps sideways and he goes still as his blood mingles with the sidewalk dirt. “Fucking prick.”

I probably should’ve questioned him, but I’ve got other things on my mind.

“Tigran?” she says, still in the shower, looking flushed and wild once I’m back in the car and speeding toward her.

“Had to take care of something.”

“What was that noise I heard?”

“Gunshots. Don’t worry, they were mine.”

She lets out a little gasp as her fingers move faster. “Did you hurt someone?”

“Yes, I did, and when I get home, I’m going to hurt you too.”

She moans, back arching, water rolling down between her breasts. “Hurry,” she says.

I hit the gas and speed. Her moans and whines drive me crazy as I break every conceivable law to get to her as fast as possible. I leave the car running in front of my house and run inside, barking at the nearest guard to take care of it.

I slam my way into her room, storm toward her bedroom, and kick into the bathroom.

She’s still there, waiting. But in person, she’s even better.

“Tigran,” she says, breathing hard.

I snap her laptop closed.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her. My heart’s racing like crazy, and sweat’s rolling down my spine.

Slowly, I start to undress.

“Oh, shit,” she whimpers, stroking herself faster now. “You didn’t have to come home.”

“You think I was going to stay away after seeing you like this?”

She chews on her lip. “Is that blood on your shirt?”

“Not mine.” I throw it onto the floor and kick off my pants. “Keep touching yourself, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s good,” she says, wriggling her hips. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You look so perfect.” I stalk to the shower door, finally naked. She’s stroking faster and moaning. “God, look at you, like a little slut, touching yourself for your husband. You really are a greedy girl, aren’t you? Taking my big dick isn’t enough.”

“I need more,” she says, eyes rolling back. “Oh my god, Tigran.”

I step into the shower. She’s staring at me with pure lust in her expression, dancing right on the edge of orgasm. I drop to my knees, shove her hand aside, and bury her pussy with my mouth, licking her up like a beast.

It’s everything I’ve wanted. She tastes so damn good. I lick and suck her clit, and her moans get faster and louder as she grabs my hair. I reach up and tease one breast as I devour her completely, pausing only to meet her gaze for one second.

“You are such a messy fucking slut,” I whisper, licking my lips. “Now come on my mouth, you dirty girl.”

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